Falling into the trap of most virtual reality erotic
scenarios, VE2 goes for the lowest common denominator of
arousal and sophomoric humor. Discovering the joys of headset
sex, two dopey college students grope at the air like blind
lab mice while ther fantasy counterparts engage in amorous
encounters. Eventually this Lewis and Clark of the
frontal-lobe frontier stumble onto the fact that the rest of
the campus are more than willing to dole out their
parent’s hard-earned dollars to participate in the
groping game.

If the Three Stooges were making films today, this would be
their ideal premise. Unfortunately, the Stooges’
material was not only paced better, it was clever. VE2
stumbles around from set-piece to set-piece, which basically
looks exactly like those Playboy vids wherein the camera
glides luxuriously around the models as they dry-hump each
other in a variety of settings. Here we jump from a couple
making love on a motorcycle to a cowboy and a barmaid, to a
blue collar fantasy with two women who apparently think
rubbing their tits on the fellow’s ass is going to give
viewers a chubby.

All of these candy-colored scenarios, well-lensed and
featuring pretty performers (the guys are actually a little
pretty, too – say no more) aren’t bad in and of
themselves…but they certainly don’t smack of
being true to the imaginations of your average undergraduate.
Neither does the segment starring a James Bond-type saving a
hapless heroine, but being that these guys act fifteen, it
may be more appropriate.

One can’t fault the attractive cast for the failings
of this film; they help it live up to its carnal quotient.
Like the “virtual” definition of softcore, VE2
can never go all the way – but it could’ve gone
much farther with a better idea at the core.